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 Peru 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
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.