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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.