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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Monks,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.