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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.