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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.