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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.