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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.