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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.