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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.