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 Norway and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.