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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.