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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Monolake,
PIL,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.