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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mars to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.