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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Q65,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.