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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.