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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.