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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.