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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.