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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.