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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.