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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.