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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.