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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.