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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.