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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Cure to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.