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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.