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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.