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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.