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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.