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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.