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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.