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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.