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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Crime,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.