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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.