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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.