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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.