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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.