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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.