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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Slackers,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.