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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.