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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.