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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Slave,
CMW,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.