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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.