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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.