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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.