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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.