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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.