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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Alarm Clocks 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.