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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Index,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.