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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.