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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.