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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.