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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.