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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.