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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.