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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.