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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
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.