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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.