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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.