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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.