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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.