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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.