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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.