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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.