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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Organ,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.