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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.