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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.