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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
AZ,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.