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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Black Moon 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Roxette,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
the Slits,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Japan,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.