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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.