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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.