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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.