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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.