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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.