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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Smog,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Gong,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.