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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.