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 Dominica and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.