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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.