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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.