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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.