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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.