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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Can,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.