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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.