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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.