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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Can,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.