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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.