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 United States 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.