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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
June Days,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.