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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
JFA,
Can,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.