Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.