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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.