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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fatback Band 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.