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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
cv313,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.