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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Television,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.