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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.