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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.