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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.