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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Nas,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.