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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.