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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Smog,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.