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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.