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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.