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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.