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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.