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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.