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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
The Cure,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.