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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.