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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.