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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.