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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.