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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.