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 Congo 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.