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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Can,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.