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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Move 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.