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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Nico,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.