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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.