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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.