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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.