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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.