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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.