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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.