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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.