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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.