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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Technova,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.