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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.