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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.