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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.