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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.