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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.