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 Egypt and from London.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.