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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
John Cale,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.