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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.