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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
UT,
KRS-One,
AZ,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.