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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.