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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.