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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.