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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.