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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.