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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
MDC,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.