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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.