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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.