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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.