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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
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.