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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
UT,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.