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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.