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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.