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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.