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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.