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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.