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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Television,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.