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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.