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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.