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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.