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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.