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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
cv313,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.