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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.