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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
the Association,
PIL,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.