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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.