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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.