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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.