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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.