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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.