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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 güiro 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.