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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.