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 Afghanistan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.