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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.