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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.