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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.