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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.