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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.