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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.