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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.