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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.