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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.