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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.