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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.