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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.