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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Magma,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.