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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Masters at Work 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
ABC,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.