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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.