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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Organ,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.