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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.