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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Visage,
JFA,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.