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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.