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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.