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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.