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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.