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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
The Move,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.