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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Magma,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.