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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Nico,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.