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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.