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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.