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 Austria 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.