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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.