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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Main Source,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.