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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
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.