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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.