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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.