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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.