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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.