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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.