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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
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.