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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.