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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.