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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Wire,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.