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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.