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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
The Slits,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.