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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Index,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.