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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.