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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.