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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Visage,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.