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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.