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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.