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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.