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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.