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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.