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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.