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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Visage,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.