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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.