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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.