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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.