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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.