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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.