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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.