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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.