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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.