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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.