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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.