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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.