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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Deakin,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.