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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
UT,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.