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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.