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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.