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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Wake,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.