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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.