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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.