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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.