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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.