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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.