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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.