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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.