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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.