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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.