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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.