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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.