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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.