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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.