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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.