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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.