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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.