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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.