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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.