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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.