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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.