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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.