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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.