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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.