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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.