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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.