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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Q65,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.