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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.