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 India and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.