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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.