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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Erasure,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.