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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.