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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.