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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Japan,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.