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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.