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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.