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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.