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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Can,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.