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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.