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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.