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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.