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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Visage,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.