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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.