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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.