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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.