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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.