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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Television,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.