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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.