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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Neu! to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
World's Most,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.