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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.