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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
UT,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.