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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Suicide 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.