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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.