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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.