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 Italy and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.