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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Nas,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.