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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.