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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.