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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.