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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.