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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.