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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.