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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Rakim,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.