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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Faust,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.