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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.