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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Move,
New Order,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.