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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.