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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.