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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.