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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.