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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Smog,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.