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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.