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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.