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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.