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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.