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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
World's Most,
AZ,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.