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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.