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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.