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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.