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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
10cc,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.