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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.