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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.