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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.