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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.