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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.