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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.