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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.