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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.