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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
CMW,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.