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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Skaos,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.