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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.