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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Smog to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.