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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.