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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.