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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Niagra,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Slave,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.