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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
KRS-One,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.