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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Pole 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.