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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kinks to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
This Heat,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.