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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.