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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.