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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.