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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.