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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Skriet,
AZ,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.