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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.