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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Pylon,
Organ,
Fear,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.