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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.