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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.