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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.