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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.