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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.