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 Gambia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Technova,
DJ Style,
X-102,
UT,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.