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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
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.