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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.