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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.