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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Wire,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.