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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.