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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.