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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.