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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.