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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.