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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.