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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.