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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.