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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.