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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Cluster,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.