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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.