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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Can,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.