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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Index,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.