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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.