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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.