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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.