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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.