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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.