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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.