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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.