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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.