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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.