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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.