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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.