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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.