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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.