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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.