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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.