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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.