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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.