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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.