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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
UT,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.