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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.