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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Can,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.