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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.