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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.