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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.