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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.