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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Slits,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
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.