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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.