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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.