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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.