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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.