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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.