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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.