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 Gambia and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.