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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Television,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.