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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.