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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Human League,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.