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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.