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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ken Boothe 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.