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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Shoche,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.