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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.