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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.