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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.