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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.