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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.