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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.