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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.