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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.