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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.