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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.