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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.