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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.