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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.