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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.