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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.