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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.