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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.