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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.