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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.