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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.