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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.