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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Technova,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.