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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.