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 Norway and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Wire,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.