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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Slave,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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.