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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.