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 China and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Can,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.