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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.