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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.