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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.