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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.