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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.