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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.