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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.