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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.