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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.