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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.