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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.