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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.