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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Lyres,
the Association,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Scientists,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.