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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.