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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.