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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Gong,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.