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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Scion,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.