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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.