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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.