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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 New Christs to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.