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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.