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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.