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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Smog,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.