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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.