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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.