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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.