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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.