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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.