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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Make Up 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.