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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Pylon,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.