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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.