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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Section 25,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.