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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.