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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.