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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.