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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.