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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.