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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.