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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bang On A Can 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Television,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.