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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.