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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.