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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.