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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Nas,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Skaos,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.