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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.