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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.