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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.