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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.