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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.