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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.