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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.