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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.