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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.