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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Franke,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.