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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.