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 Germany and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.