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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.