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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.