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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.