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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Technova,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Nas,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.