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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.