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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
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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.