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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.