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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Television,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.