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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.