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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Liliput,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.