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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Brick,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.