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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.