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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.