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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Faust,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.