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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Visage,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.