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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.