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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.