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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.