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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Hoover,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.