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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.