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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
MC5,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Gong,
Audionom,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Brick,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.