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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.