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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.