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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.