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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.