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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.