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 Vanuatu 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.