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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.