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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.