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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.